Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Alarm clock shrapnel Coffee tastes like rust Scroll through burning headlines Same bunker, same dust Skin like torn up canvas Heart on damage control Smile painted for the cameras Trench lines in my skull [Pre-Chorus] Every step is sand in the gears Every breath is marching through fear If I disappear in the smoke Would anybody know? (anybody know?) [Chorus] This is my war of attrition Bleeding by indecision Pushing on, pushing on, grinding down my teeth Screaming from a ghost position Begging for recognition Can you see, can you see anything in me? Or am I gone in the static of the siege [Verse 2] Rap verse: Mask on, mask off, same face, cracked glass I’m a long lost cause with a backstage pass To a front row seat at my own collapse Every “you okay?” just a social trap Got a foxhole bed and a landmine mind Trip on one thought, lose whole nights Patch that hole with duct-taped pride Then the shells come back from the inside [Pre-Chorus] Every text that I never send Every joke just hiding the bend If I fall flat under the noise Would you hear my voice? (would you hear my voice?) [Chorus] This is my war of attrition Bleeding by indecision Pushing on, pushing on, grinding down my teeth Screaming from a ghost position Begging for recognition Can you see, can you see anything in me? Or am I gone in the static of the siege [Bridge] [Drums drop to toms, guitars distant, vocal half-whispered then building] Day forty of the blackout White flag nailed to the blackout But the beat in my chest won’t stand down Won’t stand down, won’t stand down If I’m just cracks in the concrete Still, I’m claws in the concrete Every crawl is a kind of loud I’m loud, I’m loud, I’m loud (hey!) [Chorus] This is my war of attrition Living on ammunition Pushing on, pushing on, till the bones all sing Rising from a ghost position I become my own witness Can you see, can you see what I can’t yet see? I’m still here in the fire of the siege Still here, still here in the siege (woah)
Tags
rap, Aggressive alternative / nu-metal hybrid: detuned guitars in drop tuning, grinding bass, and tight, stuttering drums. Rap-rock verses spit over palm-muted chugs and glitchy electronic stabs; hook explodes with shouted gang vocals and a soaring punk-leaning topline. Bridge dives into post-punk grit with chorus‑drenched guitar and tom-driven build, then a final double-speed chorus. Male vocals, screamed layers on the last hook., alternative rock, rock, rap rock, punk, nu metal, electronic
Duration
3:48
Instrumental
No
Created
2/28/2026